Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

Looking at the sheet covering him, Bell quickly realized that he was in a hospital in Orario.

Although there are healers in Orario, it doesn't mean that all injuries and diseases in Orario need to be treated by healers.

Moreover, most people in Orario are ordinary residents. Although healers can heal injuries very quickly, the price is not something that ordinary people can afford.

There are also regular clinics and hospitals in Orario.

Some therapists choose to give up exploring the dungeons and focus on becoming a doctor.

These things all exist in Orario.

"By the way! My Lord, what about the person who came out of the dungeon with me? How is he?!"

As if remembering something, Bell asked Hestia excitedly.

He desperately wanted to know how the person who had left the dungeon with him, the one who had saved him, was doing now.

You should know that the other person's injuries were several times more severe than his own. He had already been on the verge of death and only barely returned after Hestia called upon him.

Bell couldn't imagine how that person could still be alive with such injuries.

"Idiot Bell! At a time like this, you're still thinking about others!! Do you know you almost died!"

Hestia immediately rebuked Bell, saying that the first thing he did upon waking up was not to care about his own injuries, but to care about the safety of others.

They didn't even say a word to show any concern for me, who was always worried about you.

Hestia immediately pouted.

However, she only gave a slight reprimand and did not refuse to answer Bell's questions because of it.

"You mean Shirou Emiya, right? He wasn't carried back to the hospital with you because any movement could cause further damage to his injuries. So he's currently receiving treatment thanks to the combined efforts of the doctors and therapists."

"But, the outcome is uncertain—"

Hestia lowered her head. In her heart, Bell was an extremely important person. When she first saw Bell's serious injuries, her heart was always on his mind, and she didn't have any thoughts about anything else.

Hestia was already waiting for Bell to wake up in the hospital when she learned that the person next to Bell was Shirou Emiya, who had been presumed dead.

"I want----!"

As he spoke, Bell moved his weakened body and crashed heavily to the ground before Hestia could quickly reach out to stop him.

"Bell! What are you doing! Your body has only just recovered; you can't do strenuous exercise yet!!!"

Seeing Bell lying on the ground, Hestia hurriedly helped him up.

His eyes held both worry and reproach.

She didn't understand why Bell suddenly wanted to get out of bed, even though he had received healing magic from the healer and Bell couldn't recover immediately.

It still needs time to recover.

"I want to go over there, to see the person who saved me. Whatever the outcome, I want to witness it all with my own eyes!!!"

His weak tone revealed an unimaginable determination; Hestia had never seen such determination in Bell's eyes before.

Even when he said he wanted to become a hero, his eyes still revealed confusion, a confusion about whether he could become a hero.

He gazed out the window at the street, and even though he had just recovered and was still in so much pain, Bell did not back down.

Hestia, who was looking at Bell, was deeply attracted to him at that moment.

Then he took a deep breath—

"I know! I'll take you there. Be careful and don't move around too much, or your injuries will flare up again! You idiot, Bell!"

Hestia scolded Bell while helping him toward the street where Shirou Emiya was.

Meanwhile, on the same street where Shirou Emiya was, dozens of doctors and therapists stood beside him, sweat pouring from their foreheads and dripping onto the ground like rain.

Beside them, Riveria began to cast a spell, closed her eyes, raised her wand, and made the magic circle spin beneath her, while the chanting echoed from the street.

"Dance, spirits of the air, masters of light. I have made a pact with the guardian of the forest, beseeching the earth to sing a song that envelops and protects us—I implore you to transform into a colossal wall of forest light to safeguard us—my name is Alfre."

A transparent light barrier rose up in front of everyone, protecting Shirou Emiya, the doctor, the healer, and some necessary equipment inside the barrier, while keeping everything else outside.

Chapter 510 The Resistance of the Weak and Humble

"Quickly evacuate the crowd; the patients need fresh air—"

"His injuries are too severe; almost any movement would cause further damage, and we can't find any way to move him right now."

"First, move the other patient to the hospital and let the therapist treat him with medication. Whether he can pull through in the end depends on him."

“Have someone go directly to the hospital and bring the tools. If possible, try to get those high-level therapists to come. This may be the most difficult case to treat in history.”

"We probably need to find a way to pull them back from the brink of death right here on the street!"

"Everyone, get moving! Quick! Quick! Quick!"

"We are racing against death, and we must give it our all!!!"

The sounds of conversation and shouts filled the streets as members of the guild bustled about, trying to resolve the situation as quickly as possible and organizing people to disperse the surrounding crowd.

Almost everyone in the guild was rushing around in a hurry.

Shirou Emiya's situation is far from optimistic; he could lose his life at any moment. They dare not be negligent in the slightest, not only because of the guild's orders, but also because this is a living, breathing human being.

Even if this person wasn't Shirou Emiya, they would still do these things wholeheartedly.

However, the scene was more chaotic than expected. Level 1 adventurers were fighting each other, and even many higher-level adventurers had joined the battle.

The guild members had no way to stop it; they could only do their best to prevent bystanders from getting involved in the incident.

The moment those social parasites saw Shirou Emiya emerge from the dungeon, their dark thoughts were born.

They all wished for Shirou Emiya to die, whether in the dungeon or in Orario.

Because of Shirou Emiya, Soma no longer brews divine sake, and they can no longer taste that indescribable deliciousness.

Because of Shirou Emiya, the life he could have lived peacefully by bullying a few lower-ranking adventurers every day was no longer possible.

Because of Shirou Emiya, these arrogant and aloof adventurers became pariahs in everyone's eyes.

In the days following the news of Shirou Emiya's death spreading throughout Orario, their lives became comfortable once again.

No need to work, no need to risk their lives to explore dungeons, they can live carefree lives, bullying lower-level adventurers like parasites.

They never wanted to go back to the days when they were dominated by Shirou Emiya.

They still vividly remember the days when Shirou Emiya knocked them out of bed.

Now, facing Shirou Emiya, who is covered in various injuries and is about to die at any moment, isn't this the perfect opportunity?

Even if it's just a kick, even if it's just a punch, as long as it hits him, as long as it hits him!!!

The crowd stirred at that moment.

With maniacal smiles, they surged toward Shirou Emiya, intent on killing him.

Orario was never as wonderful as imagined.

However, at that very moment, the lower-level adventurers who had gathered around also witnessed their actions.

Those people don't want to live a life where they have to work every day.

And those lower-level adventurers also longed to live a life of constant bullying and oppression.

They became adventurers not to be oppressed by those higher-ranking adventurers.

They also have their own ideals and goals.

Even a low-level adventurer has things they must do.

then----

Let me go!

The lower-level adventurers bit themselves hard, their bloodshot eyes revealing the fear in their hearts.

But they fought with all their might against those higher-level adventurers, or even those lower-level adventurers who aided and abetted evil.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

For a time, the sounds of beatings, insults, rolling, clashing swords, and collisions filled the streets.

Some adventurers, with crazed expressions, rushed towards Shirou Emiya, only to be held tightly by the legs by other lower-ranking adventurers and unable to move.

Some adventurers chanted spells, intending to cast them on Shirou Emiya, but were quickly interrupted by other lower-ranking adventurers.

Some adventurers drew back their bowstrings and fired at Shirou Emiya, only to be blocked by lower-ranking adventurers who suddenly appeared from the side.

Those lower-ranking adventurers were struggling and resisting, doing everything in their power to buy time for Shirou Emiya.

Shirou Emiya saved them, and the image of him facing the gods alone was deeply etched into their minds.

No one has ever gone to such lengths for them, and no one has ever valued them this much.

These lower-level adventurers are not like Bell, who is in the novice stage, but rather adventurers who know from the beginning that they will never reach LV2 level.

They knew they could never cross this barrier, yet they were forced to endure bullying from higher-level adventurers who had crossed it but wasted their talents, all while facing this desperate situation.

They work hard every day to earn one-tenth or even one-hundredth of the money that those higher-level adventurers receive, only to have it all taken away.

They wanted to rebel, but they couldn't.

Because this is a common sense that is deeply buried in Orario and can hardly be changed.

They knew in their hearts that resistance was futile and would only make their lives more miserable.

Even if the final outcome is death in an alley, no one will care, and you will even be despised by others.

"See? This is the fate of those adventurers who don't work hard to level up!"

But did they really not try?

Talent, however, is like a wall, blocking their path and even obscuring the entire sky, leaving them without a glimmer of hope.

But now, there is a person who is not a lower-level adventurer, or even an adventurer at all, even though these lower-level adventurers are complete strangers to him.

Yet he stood up for them, spoke out for them, and was even willing to give everything to fight for them.

This is the kind of person who, like a burning flame, burns himself to faintly illuminate the interior of this dark walled area.